One person: Activate the talisman, behold my Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!

Ye Xing raised an eyebrow in the stands.

This Wang Bing is a hundred times more annoying than he looks in the animation; he really thinks he's something special.

Just as Wang Bing was about to run wild on Longhu Mountain, a hoarse yet doting voice suddenly came from the high platform.

"Oh dear, my darling grandson, don't be angry, don't be angry!"

Wang Ai, leaning on her cane, shakily leaned out and called down with a big smile on her face, her tone exactly like that of a three-year-old child asking for candy.

"This coward who doesn't dare to fight back isn't worth our time. Come on up, Grandpa has had some of your favorite pastries prepared for you to calm down."

Wang Bing took a few deep breaths, glared fiercely at Feng Xingtong's back, then snorted coldly, withdrew the black energy from his body, and swaggered back.

The farce ended, and the venue barely needed to be cleaned up.

Not long after, the referee's deep voice came through the loudspeaker.

"The second match is between Ye Xing and Deng Youfu! Please bring both players into the arena!"

Ye Xing stretched his neck, braced himself against the railing with one hand, and flipped off the stands, landing steadily in the center of the field.

Across from them, Deng Youfu, dressed in a sharp suit and sporting a slicked-back hairstyle, had already taken his place.

"Brother Deng, I've long admired your name. I hope you'll go easy on me when we spar later."

Ye Xing said with a smile, being quite polite.

"No problem, no problem, I'll finish this quickly. And call me Smith."

Deng Youfu waved his hand casually.

"Game start!"

At the referee's whistle, Deng Youfu's impatience vanished instantly.

Without any intention of testing him, he directly clasped his hands together, and waves of black energy emanated from his body.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Deng Youfu's demeanor changed.

The once impeccably dressed, refined scoundrel now had his back unnaturally hunched and his neck stretched forward.

Most dangerously, his pupils shrank to vertical slits, and two sharp teeth peeked out from his lips.

"hiss--"

Deng Youfu opened his mouth, and a long, thin, forked, scarlet snake tongue came out and twitched twice in the air.

Ye Xing was about to rush forward when he abruptly stopped.

He stared at the snake's forked tongue, then looked at Deng Youfu's somewhat distorted face, and goosebumps rose uncontrollably all over his body.

Ye Xing took two large steps back in disgust, his brows furrowed into a tight knot.

"Hey buddy, if you're going to fight, can you stop sticking your tongue out? That suit with a snake's forked tongue is just too tacky. It's giving me the creeps."

Deng Youfu was still adjusting to the power of the immortals within him when he heard these words. His expression froze instantly, and then his face flushed red.

In Northeast China, shamans value their reputation above all else. When Grandpa Liu offered his help, the guy opposite him publicly showed disgust and disdain for him.

'Detected extremely strong anger and humiliation in Deng Youfu, emotion value +80!'

"you wanna die!"

Deng Youfu roared angrily, his voice becoming hoarse and unpleasant.

With a powerful push off the ground, he charged towards Ye Xing at incredible speed, like a venomous snake hunting its prey. In an instant, he closed in on Ye Xing, his fingers like knives, aimed straight for Ye Xing's throat.

"Good speed!"

Ye Xing sneered and activated the power of the Ox Talisman.

Faced with the stabbing finger knife, he casually tilted his head to dodge it, and at the same time, he clenched his right fist, used his waist to generate power, and delivered a simple and brutal straight punch that slammed hard into Deng Youfu's stomach.

"boom!"

A muffled thud.

Deng Youfu's eyes bulged out instantly, and he almost bit off the snake's tongue in his mouth.

He flew backward like a tattered sack, rolling four or five times on the ground before stopping, clutching his stomach, and vomiting a mouthful of blood.

"You're not strong enough, and your speed is barely acceptable. With your physical condition, you dare to fight me in close combat?"

Ye Xing shook his fist, looking utterly bored.

The crowd in the stands erupted in uproar.

'Detected slight surprise from the audience regarding the host's performance; emotion value +20, +20, +20, +...'

Ye Xing frowned upon hearing the system notification. This was far too little! Didn't they like watching more visceral, hand-to-hand combat?

Deng Youfu struggled to his feet, looked at Ye Xing's ugly face, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a fierce glint flashed in his vertical pupils.

"Such a hard fist. In that case... I'll have to offend you!"

He simply ripped off his suit jacket, bent his knees slightly, clasped his hands together, and began to shake his head wildly, muttering incantations in a louder and faster voice.

"This third-generation descendant of the Deng family is blessed!"

Please welcome Mr. Liu Kunsheng!

"Up top!!"

This means completely relinquishing control of the body and letting Liu Kunsheng fully possess it!

Ye Xing looked at Deng Youfu, who was shaking his head across from him, and suddenly a brilliant idea flashed in his mind.

The emotional points are practically handed to me; I might as well use them.

Chapter 36 Behold My Great Heavenly Dragon

Ye Xing took a deep breath, his expression instantly becoming extremely serious, as if he had made a crucial decision concerning life and death.

Followed by.

Under the astonished gaze of thousands of spectators.

Ye Xing imitated Deng Youfu and started shaking his head wildly.

He pulled his right arm out of the sleeve of his thin jacket, draped the jacket halfway around his waist, made an extremely awkward orchid finger gesture with his left hand, and stood on his right leg.

Focusing his energy in his dantian, Ye Xing let out a deafening roar:

"Mami Mami Hum—!"

The entire room fell silent.

The air in the stands seemed to have been completely sucked out in that instant.

Even the most knowledgeable and experienced leaders from various factions stared wide-eyed at the seemingly eccentric young man in the center of the arena, as if he were a monster.

next second.

"Pfft—Hahaha!"

"Holy crap! What is Ye Xing doing? Is he performing a shamanistic ritual?!"

"No, no, my stomach hurts! What the heck is 'Ma Mi Ma Mi Hong'?!"

"We understand the practice of summoning immortals in Northeast China, but does the Quanzhen School also have such a unique skill? I've learned something new, hahaha!"

The entire stands instantly transformed into a sea of ​​joy, filled with laughter, shouts, and the sound of slapping thighs.

'Detected intense absurdity and joy from the entire audience, triggering a mass attack! Emotional value +1500!'

The system notifications in my mind started crackling like popping beans.

At this moment, in a quiet room of Baiyun Temple, thousands of miles away, the meditating Master Jingxin suddenly felt a tremor in his heart, opened his eyes with a look of surprise, and then sighed.

"I wonder how that kid is doing out there?"

With a sudden jolt, Deng Youfu's body stopped shaking completely.

An extremely ancient and chilling aura erupted from his body, surrounded by a dense, visible black aura.

Grandpa Liu from Changbai Mountain, Liu Kunsheng, has officially taken over the body.

As soon as Liu Kunsheng opened his eyes, he saw Ye Xing standing on one leg, half-undressed, muttering "Mami Mami Hum" to himself.

Grandpa Liu was completely dumbfounded.

Is this little bastard performing some kind of ritual? Or is he mocking me?

In all my years, I have never seen such an arrogant and insane human being!

[Detected extreme confusion and rage in Liu Kunsheng (possessed), emotion value +150!]

"You brat, how dare you play tricks on this immortal!"

Liu Kunsheng laughed in anger, his dry, hoarse voice echoing throughout the room.

He raised his hand and waved it, and five jet-black qi orbs shot towards Ye Xing like sharp arrows. The air along the way was corroded by this cold, poisonous gas and made a "hissing" sound.

"Good timing!"

Ye Xing lowered his leg and casually dispersed the flying poisonous energy, discovering that the energy possessed extremely strong penetrating power and a numbing sensation.

interesting.

Ye Xing took the initiative to go to meet him. The two instantly clashed.

The dull thuds of fists hitting flesh echoed continuously.

After Liu Kunsheng completely took control of the body, Deng Youfu's various stats were forcibly boosted by several levels. The two created a series of afterimages as they fought, shattering the bluestone slabs on the ground and sending gravel flying everywhere.

The audience in the stands gradually stopped laughing and watched the intense hand-to-hand combat with rapt attention.

"Bang bang bang-!"

Another series of exchanges ensued. Ye Xing delivered a powerful whip kick, slamming it into Liu Kunsheng's arms, using the recoil to propel him backward more than ten meters.

The atmosphere has heated up enough; it's time to wrap things up.

Ye Xing reached out and grabbed the thin jacket that was half hanging on his body. With a "rip," he tore it to shreds and threw it aside.

She was only wearing a pure white shirt underneath.